The Pen Wrangler

I'm not doing well in the writing competition scene. I don't mean to be dramatic but how many failures is a judgement? I don't m...

 So much has happened since I last posted. It has been a trip. First, I FINISHED MY DEGREE and a very short time later I got a new job. It i...

A long, long time ago, I posted about incredibly short stories. I was about to enter a competition that required a 10 word story in the vein...

It was without doubt that The Hunger Games trilogy is full of many of the tropes that pervade YA fiction. Present and correct is the tyrany ...

I'm trying to enter competitions. It is a challenge I'm setting myself that if I want to be successful as a writer I need to write. ...

It was inevitable, I know. She was old and had been ill, but it was now, and that was unexpected. I suppose it normally is. Ursula Le Gu...

Our growing moan a lofty growl, that would become a clashing howl enforcing them to soon renounce, as they came forth and we did pounce, ...

The Cat of St. Ives (Part III) Goodly men laid in the ground in numbers that would all astound. Others fled, to better fare a...

The Cat of St. Ives (Part II) I never was a cat of home, and born the streets I was to roam from Tom unknown, and mother cold I l...

I'm publishing the beginning extract of a poem I started a long time ago, while I was living in Luton. The first line came to me while I...